Publication date 1971
Publisher Weston, Conn. : Weston Woods
Digitizing sponsor Internet Archive
Contributor Internet Archive
Iconographic, adapted from the book written and ill. by Tarō Yashima
Producer, Morton Schindel; director, Cynthia Freitag; photographer-editor, Cordelia Head; narrator, Ned Hoopes; music, Frantisek Belfin
Curatenote "color: Problematic sound: Problematic synch: Good notes: Red balance is a little high. High-pitched squealing sound in background. "
Ocr On the. First day of our village school there was a boy missing he was found hidden away in the dark space underneath the School House floor none of us knew him. He was nicknamed she be because he was very small T.V. means Piney boy. Strange boy was afraid of our teacher and he couldn't learn a thing. Raided the children and he couldn't make friends with them at all. Left alone in the study time. He was left alone in the play time. He was always at the end of the line always the point of the class before Lauren little Pagel long. Soon she began to make his eyes cross-eyed so that he was able not to say whatever he didn't want to see. N.B. found many ways one after another to kill time and amuse him so. Just the singing was interesting enough for him to watch for hours. The wooden top of his desk was another thing interesting to watch. Of cloth on a boy's shoulder was something to study. Course the window showed in many things all year round. Even when it was raining when no it's surprising things showing. On the playground. If you closed his eyes and listen. Chibi could hear many different sound near and far. Now. Thanks. And. She be good at holding watch in sex and drugs the most of us wouldn't touch or even look at. To that not only the children in our class but the older ones and even the younger ones called him stupid and slow poke. But Snow Polgar not day after day she became trudging to school he always carried the same lunch a rice ball wrapped in a radish leaves. Even when it rains or storm he still came rushing along wrapped in a rain coat made from dried zebra grounds. And so day by day five years went by and we were in the sixth grade the last class in school. Our new teacher with Mr is a big he was a friendly man with a kind smile. Mr Izadi often took his class to the hilltop behind the school. He was pleased to learn that she be knew all the places where the wild grapes and wild potatoes group. He was amazed to find how much T.V. knew about all the flowers in our class garden. He liked to beast black and white drawings and he talked them up on the wall to be admired you like she believes own handwriting which no one but she be could read any track that up on the wall. And he often spent time talking with she be when no one was around. When Chibi appeared on the stage at the talent show that your No one could believe his eyes. Moved that what can that stupid do up there and tell Mr is a baby announced that she was going to imitate the voice is a crow most voices voices of chrome. Crawl. First he imitated the voices of newly hatched crows. And it made the mother. Crows boy. Then he imitated the father Crow's voice. He showed how crows cried early in the morning. He showed how crows cry when the Village People have some unhappy accident. He showed how crows call when they're happy and gay. And everybody's mind was taken to the fall or mountainside too much T.V. probably paid into the school at the end to imitate a crow on an old tree. G.-D. made very special sounds deep down in his throat. Now everybody could imagine exactly the fall and lonely place where she lived with his family. Then Mr is a be explained how Chibi had learned those calls. Leaving his home for school at dawn and arriving home at sunset every day for six long years. Every one of us cried much we've been wrong to cheat all those long years. Even grownups wipe their eyes saying yes yes he is wonderful. Soon after that came graduation day. G.B. was the only one in our class. Honored for perfect attendance. Through all the six years. After school was over the big boys were often have work to do in the village for their families. Sometimes she became very early age to sell the charcoal he and his family made. But nobody called him she be any more we all called him Crow boy. I grow boy. Crow boy would nod and smile as if he liked the name. When his work was done he would buy a few things worse family then he would set off for a whole on the far side of the mountain. Stretching is growing shoulders proudly back and grown up man and from around the turn of the mountain road would call a croak all the happy one.
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